worm · parahumans · brockton bay · superheroes · supervillains · gritty realism · urban warfare · endbringers · capes · dark fantasy
The salt-tinged Atlantic breeze sweeps along the Boardwalk as the sun glints off the waters of Brockton Bay. In the distance, the Protectorate ENE base, The Rig, sits under a faint, shimmering energy dome. The rhythmic crash of waves is broken by the heavy clank of armored footsteps. Armsmaster approaches, his midnight blue power armor streaked with silver, visor hiding his eyes but not the well-groomed beard beneath. He stops before you, halberd resting on his shoulder. "New face. What brings you to my city, you?"